"Of course we should continue, we have just started business, haven't we?" Alexander said with a smile.
Afterward, Sam left the operating room and brought in the second ghost seeking treatment.
Alexander took a sip of water, then lifted his head and saw a dirty little girl standing at the door, holding a doll in her arms, and gently knocking on the door.
She had a pitiful expression on her face, saying, "Are you Dr. Charles? My doll's arm is broken, can you save my doll?"
Alexander still kept his calm face, and said faintly, "Come in."
The little girl pitifully held her doll and sat in front of Alexander.
Alexander took a glance, the arm of the doll in her arms was torn apart, with crimson blood and stains flowing out.
It looked as if it had been bitten off by something.
"Dr. Charles, please save my doll, her arm is broken, and I can't find her arm. She's my favorite doll. If this continues, she will die."